June 28
This is the log report: day seven of our trip
Technology’s our vehicle-we’ve learned quite a bit!
Ms. Judy brought the snack cake in
It sure brought a smile!
If we keep eating them we won't be thin!
We'll have to fast a while! (repeat)
Rebecca and Jon got us started
Then we did CRTD
Where each one did discuss
All these thoughts we have for help
Is a great big plus!
At lunch we all were focused on
Our projects that are due
We worked, downloaded,
And stressed out --we're all in need--who knew?
'Cuz Digital Writing Matters; then our Writing Groups
Next we all write out the day-we were all real troops!
Then we return---tomorrow! “Hooray!”Log URL
Writing Into The Day: My Hand
My hands are looking a lot like my mom's these days. The indicative bumps, lumps, and wrinkles are just like hers! I remember watching my mom closely. I wanted to talk like her, walk like her, be like her. I remember watching her chew her food and trying to immitate how she did that! I'll never bake bread like her. I'll never play the piano like her. I'll never remember names like her. But I hope somehow that I can love like her. I've learned to pray like her---at least I'm headed in the right direction. I believe I have her passion andher stubborness, born of an unseen Force.
I don't think I'll ever have her gift for writing. But I hope I encourage others like she encourages me. She loves others. She's so sacrificial. She gave up a lot for others. I know she'd worked right along side dad in the church. She spent hours haggling with colleges and universities as she hammered out the financial end of our education.
She's scrimped and saved. She's cried and prayed. She has smiled and laughed. I guess the greatest thing I could say about my mom is she has always loved. Love drove her to do a multitude of sacrificial acts. Only Heaven knows how much she's done behind the scenes.
It's kind of like when I was growing up. When mom put the cinnamon rolls in the oven to bake, we didn't see all the microscopic events taking place in those rolls, all we knew was that when they came out of the oven they were soft, warm, and delicious! I have to believe that's how my mom is. No one knows all that she's done for others behind the scenes, but when Heaven's call comes, just like the timer, my mom will be among those warm-sweet saints that rise.
This is the log report: day seven of our trip
Technology’s our vehicle-we’ve learned quite a bit!
Ms. Judy brought the snack cake in
It sure brought a smile!
If we keep eating them we won't be thin!
We'll have to fast a while! (repeat)
Rebecca and Jon got us started
Then we did CRTD
Where each one did discuss
All these thoughts we have for help
Is a great big plus!
At lunch we all were focused on
Our projects that are due
We worked, downloaded,
And stressed out --we're all in need--who knew?
'Cuz Digital Writing Matters; then our Writing Groups
Next we all write out the day-we were all real troops!
Then we return---tomorrow! “Hooray!”Log URL
Writing Into The Day: My Hand
My hands are looking a lot like my mom's these days. The indicative bumps, lumps, and wrinkles are just like hers! I remember watching my mom closely. I wanted to talk like her, walk like her, be like her. I remember watching her chew her food and trying to immitate how she did that! I'll never bake bread like her. I'll never play the piano like her. I'll never remember names like her. But I hope somehow that I can love like her. I've learned to pray like her---at least I'm headed in the right direction. I believe I have her passion andher stubborness, born of an unseen Force.
I don't think I'll ever have her gift for writing. But I hope I encourage others like she encourages me. She loves others. She's so sacrificial. She gave up a lot for others. I know she'd worked right along side dad in the church. She spent hours haggling with colleges and universities as she hammered out the financial end of our education.
She's scrimped and saved. She's cried and prayed. She has smiled and laughed. I guess the greatest thing I could say about my mom is she has always loved. Love drove her to do a multitude of sacrificial acts. Only Heaven knows how much she's done behind the scenes.
It's kind of like when I was growing up. When mom put the cinnamon rolls in the oven to bake, we didn't see all the microscopic events taking place in those rolls, all we knew was that when they came out of the oven they were soft, warm, and delicious! I have to believe that's how my mom is. No one knows all that she's done for others behind the scenes, but when Heaven's call comes, just like the timer, my mom will be among those warm-sweet saints that rise.